Fortunately, this skill wasn’t difficult. He just needed to slightly push with his foot to complete the turning action.
Jiang Ning swung the whip, producing a piercing sonic boom: "Giddy up, giddy up!"
Dongdong tied the rope to his shoulder, using every ounce of strength he had, and finally got the cart moving.
"Wow, it’s moving, it’s moving. Look, big sister!" Chen Siyu was so excited. She had never played like this before.
At first, Bai Yuxia was a bit nervous, afraid the cart might overturn and throw people off. Gradually, she found the rickety cart surprisingly stable, and she relaxed.
Tongtong slled the rich fragrance of milk tea. She knew it was ready, so she picked up the clay pot and poured a small cup of milk tea for each person.
Bai Yuxia held the delicate porcelain cup. She blew on it, and since it was already winter, it quickly cooled to the right temperature.
She took a gentle sip, a pure blend of creamy milk and fresh tea leaves complented by just the right sweetness, creating an exceptionally satisfying taste.
Sitting on the trendy four-wheeled cart, she moved slowly forward in the field. At this mont, the sky was clear, the wheat was green, and in the distance, soone stood watching atop the high river dam.
Bai Yuxia felt as if her spirit was slightly purified.
The four-wheeled cart continued forward, but as the saying goes, human strength has its limits. Due to the steep slope of the river dam, Dongdong, with his small fra, couldn’t possibly pull a cart with five people up.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t drag the cart up the dam, and he even lost his grip, causing the cart to roll backward, giving Tongtong a scare. Luckily, Jiang Ning had impressive control.
Xue Yuantong whispered, "Useless thing!"
Jiang Ning was considering whether to give Dongdong a little buff.
A few idle young people on the river dam saw this scene and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
The river dam was bustling lately, with all sorts of characters like bulls, snakes, horses, and ghosts. Jiang Ning’s cart was eye-catching to begin with, naturally drawing all kinds of comnts.
Among them, Little Yellow pointed unabashedly at the group and said the most popular online phrase of 2015: "How could you guys let a little kid pull the cart? I’m speechless!"
Little Green Hair, seeing the pretty girls on the cart, muttered under his breath, "Damn, they sure enjoy it!"
Another guy, wearing just a thin jacket in the cold, shivering, shouted to Jiang Ning, "Bro, does your family know how bossy you are?"
Little Red Hair, being even bolder, chewed his gum, looked at Jiang Ning, and shouted, "Hey, dumb dog!"
Bai Yuxia heard this and frowned slightly, their manners were too poor.
Pot Lid Head patted his electric scooter: "Hey beauties, want to join us?"
Skinny laughed, "It’s not that we look down on you, but shouldn’t you get down to help push the cart?"
"Yeah, why not let the kid ride the cart?"
They occupied the moral high ground, condemning freely.
Jiang Ning turned his face to Tongtong and them and said, "Have you ever heard the fable ’The Old Man, the Boy, and the Donkey’?"
Chen Siyu imdiately replied, "I know it. It’s about a grandfather and grandson riding a donkey to the market, but being criticized by passersby, they complied with everyone’s opinion and ended up carrying the donkey!"
Jiang Ning took a sip of milk tea and said, "So, if unrelated people insist on directing , then..."
Jiang Ning shouted, "Dongdong, drag them over here to pull the cart, you are promoted to supervisor."
Dongdong was both surprised and happy, "Really?"
Jiang Ning: "Yes."
Previously, Dongdong had to endure under Jiang Ning’s power, harboring endless anger. At this mont, he desperately needed to vent!
Afraid? That’s a joke. Don’t forget, Dongdong once slapped Butcher Zhang for an ice cream!
Dongdong let out a roar, rushing towards the river dam, as Jiang Ning cast ’Divine Power Technique’ on him.
The young people on the river dam saw this and just laughed, not taking it seriously.
Five minutes later, Dongdong escorted a group of beaten-up young people down the dam.
Dongdong was a bad seed, controlling others by taking their phones and car keys, leaving them no way to escape.
Jiang Ning clicked his tongue in amazent, this kid’s a natural at being a villain!
He took out so hemp ropes, tied up the young people nicely.
Dongdong shouted, "One, two, three, pull!"
The originally halted handcart smoothly ascended the river dam, pulled by five youths.
Jiang Ning waved the whip, cracking it with a sharp, ear-piercing sound, scaring the youths to an extre degree.
This was ridiculously unbelievable, just now that short fat kid was incredibly strong, making them hurt like hell, all five of them couldn’t even take him on! It was like seeing a ghost!
Jiang Ning sat steadily at the front of the cart, pointing at a few slaves, asked: "What do you call this?"
Chen Siyu answered instantly: "If you don’t court death, you won’t die."
Jiang Ning nodded: "Not bad, Tongtong, bestow tea!"
...
Huishui River ice.
It was afternoon, the sky a faint lead-grey, the sunlight tried earnestly to penetrate the clouds, but could only sprinkle sparse shadows, the world exuding a chill.
The Huishui River, usually rippling with waves, had now turned into a huge, transparent mirror, reflecting the silhouettes of birds occasionally flying by.
On the ice, many citizens from the urban area were setting up tents, so were skating, so were playing with small ice cars, rry laughter was heard among adults and children.
Lin Zida, wearing thick gloves, was holding a high-powered electric drill, drilling the ice vigorously, preparing to punch holes for fishing.
Yang Qian held an ice skimr, helping to scoop the broken ice to the side, the temperature was so low her breath turned into a white mist.
Zhuang Jianhui, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, looked at the nearby citizens fishing in the open air, shaking his head he said: "They’re really not afraid of the cold."
Lin Zida also noticed, he said: "If you exercise on the ice, it’s okay, you’ll feel warm all over, but for fishing without moving, it’s too cold!"
Zhuang Jianhui: "After the holes are done, let’s quickly set up the tent."
He watched Lin Zida drilling the ice energetically, suddenly asked: "By the way, I rember your eldest brother loves ice fishing the most, right?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zida replied casually: "Yes, he goes abroad for ice fishing every year, a couple of years ago he even went to Denmark for ice fishing, he’s even caught a shark before?"
Before Zhuang Jianhui could speak, Yang Qian exclaid: "A shark?"
Lin Zida: "The holes they drilled were too small, they couldn’t pull it up, they had to enlarge the ice hole later."
Yang Qian was truly amazed, she had only seen sharks in aquariums, never thought soone could actually catch one... sothing she never imagined...
Zhuang Jianhui was also sowhat envious: "That’s indeed impressive!"
Before he broke his leg, he also dread of traveling the world, experiencing everything, but ever since the fracture, he felt his mindset had beco aged.
Lin Zida spoke casually: "I invited my elder brother to Yuzhou for ice fishing the other day, he couldn’t make it because of work, he also told sothing interesting, a friend of his from Yuzhou made one of the most popular mobile card gas, with monthly revenue of over a hundred million, seems his last na is Shang, and he’s not even 30 yet."
Zhuang Jianhui said: "Mobile gas huh..."
In recent years, it’s indeed a wealth-generating industry, the popularity of smartphones is skyrocketing, the demand for gas is incredibly high, even many trashy mobile gas have a large number of players spending money, consequently creating a batch of wealthy individuals.
Lin Zida lanted: "Do you know how profitable their mobile gas are? They’re waving cash, going to Japan wanting to invest in studios making major console gas."
Lin Zida helplessly said: "Instead of focusing on making good gas, they’d rather study monetization tricks, human nature."
Yang Qian said: "Studying human nature is the most profitable."
Zhuang Jianhui’s tone was unperturbed: "It’s normal, those who use their brains govern people, those who use their strength are governed by others."
Lin Zida said: "That’s right, the rich do not directly participate in labor, but use money to control the poor, producing the goods they need."
Zhuang Jianhui chuckled: "So there’s this view, essentially, the rich are wealthy not because they possess money, but because they possess poor people."
Just as the conversation was getting lively, a sharp cracking sound ca from afar, a four-wheel cart pulling nearer.
What first caught the eye were five miserable youths tied with ropes, bending over, strenuously pulling the cart, their faces looking like they were mourning the death of a parent.
Jiang Ning, however, sat at the front of the cart, sipping tea in one hand, holding a whip in the other, making a whipping motion.
Dongdong ran alongside the cart, shouting: "The Emperor is here, make way!"
Witnessing this, all the nearby citizens fell silent.
Lin Zida was equally incredulous, what the heck is this?
Yang Qian had a sudden realization, abruptly asked: "Does this count as owning poor people?"
Zhuang Jianhui’s expression flickered for a few seconds, responded: "He’s more primitive, he’s owning slaves."
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